México y su música
Traditional Mexican music is as popular as ever. Despite Daddy Yankie’s best attempts to woo people away to the reggaeton dark side…
Traditional Mexican music is as popular as ever. Despite Daddy Yankie’s best attempts to woo people away to the reggaeton dark side…
Equine friend in a field of agaves in Santa Teresa, Tequila, Jalisco, Mexico.
With Sita’s vast intellect and my, er, camera we’ve gone and got ourselves published!
Article from Gastronomica (1700k PDF)
While I’m typing this I’m processing the photos of the jimadores from Monday into a slide show DVD thing. It’s taking forever and I’m fairly sure it’s crashed, but I think it’s going to be worth it. I edited the sound with audacity and the result is very pleasing. It’s basically me asking the jimadores stupid questions and promising them I’ll deliver copies of the photos to them today. Which is still the plan as long as Farmacias Guadalajara, GDL’s ubercatholic chemists deliver the pix before 3pm. If not it’ll be tomorrow… I’ll shove a low quality version up to YouTube once I get a chance.
I started another photography class yesterday. It was great fun. 2 hours long, with a break in the middle and a bloke with a fantastic sense of humour teaching us the basics of contemporary photography. I’m really looking forward to the next one. I met a nice bunch of people there and we went for a few drinks afterwards as all good students should. Also, Sita’s made another shortlist for a professorship in the States so all in all a very good day all round.
…funny James Bond related cartoon.
These agave piñas weigh around 80 kilos.
… that peanuts grow underground? And in agave fields no less…
Am a bit knackered now, I also took about 200 photos of jimadores, if I gather up the energy I´ll write about them, I also recorded the conversations I had with them hopefully for a video spectacular coming soon!
On Friday the carpenters finally came round with all the bits and pieces they´d measured to repair our waterlogged kitchen panelling. It was all going great guns and I was ready to find out where the mice were hiding when they removed the oven. Turns out they were living in the fibre glass insulation material INSIDE the oven and had horded Atticus´s biscuits and FSM knows what else and it smelled rank. So we had a sterilise-the-oven session and i took a couple of photos of the carnage. I´m not posting them though, because it makes me queasy just thinking about it. After all that we needed a stiff drink so we went to the Famosos Equipales where Jana serenaded us with unique versions of Johnny Cash songs and we put the world to rights.
Saturday was Flickr Tour #7 to Tequila. And although the turnout was less than usual (9 of us) the planets aligned and along with the planned stuff (centre, museum, Columpio, Cofradia) we also stumbled upon a traditional dance presentation and saw people chucking agave piñas into a truck. Afterwards Mario recommended a beer and botanas place (you drink and the food comes along with it, tapas style, but less delicate) where we snacked, played pool and stuff. All me photos here, all photos from everyone here.
By Sunday I was knackered, but got a fair bit done on the chamba front despite my laptop being back in overheat-and-turn-off-with-no-warning-after-15-to-20-minutes mode. Luckily I have Ana´s slow, but reliable desktop as a back up… Sterilised the rest of the kitchen then went to see The Killers do their stuff at the spanking new Auditorio Telmex. We were up in the nosebleed seats, but they put on a good show. Basically songs from the first album were fantastic, and songs from the second were Springsteen.
Horses that resemble where they’re parked. Blondie here is from Santa Teresa, nr. Tequila, Jalisco, Mexico
Not available till the 2nd of December 2007. (Sunday)
Via BoingBoing
The Halen’s synth track was played back a semitone and half out for some reason… This is the resulting trainwreck. I’m fond of the track cos it’s in one of my favourite films, Herbie– Fully Loaded (2005).
que corra la voz…
www.sit2007.org for more details…
Loved one of the latest searches that arrived at this site: “Spanish word for a stew made from hominy with pork (or other meat) chile and other seasonings and garnish such as cabbage lettuce oregano cilantro avocado radish lime juice” Some people have just not got the hang of google… It’s pozole, for the record.

This list is nicked off of Facebook, and was started by fellow Henry´s bar goer, Ros… Anyroad, it´ll mean nothing to 95% of the readers of this here blog but that´s never stopped me posting utter bollocks before… You know you´re from Somerset when…
… you’ve bought stationery in Bastins
….you think Bath’s a big city
… you can tell sheep from goats
… you know why to avoid Bridgwater
… you think Bristol is ‘up north’
… venturing outside of the 30 limit is just unnecessary
… chinese takeaways that deliver, what are they?
… the smell of cow sh*t makes you feel at home
… everywhere else in the UK feels cold
… you have a friend who lives on a farm
… you live on a farm
… you learnt to drive in a field or on a beach
… you live in a cottage
… your home has a thatched roof
… you think nothing of paying £20 for a 2 mile taxi journey
… you’ve been stuck behind a stupid tourist on a country lane
… you saw the total eclipse in ’99
… your local newspaper’s is ‘cow falls off bridge’
… you turned to drink, drugs or heavy metal at an early age
… your friends say you sound like a farmer
… you have nothing to do after 5:30pm
… you think pink wellies are a fashion statement
… you know how to walk over a cattle grid
… you’ve been pony trekking
… ‘short and choppy on the North coast’ makes total sense to you
… you think nothing of grass growing in the middle of the road
… everyone you meet has been to Butlins in Minehead on holiday
… despite overwhelming evidence to the contrary, you think a young farmers’ disco is a wild night out
… until you went on holiday, the tallest building you had ever seen was Debenhams in Taunton
… you’ve reversed for 3 miles when you met a stubborn tourist on a country lane
… it takes you 4 times longer to drive anywhere between May and September
….you pack a thermos, shovel and blanket in the car because the HTV top story was snow forecast in Bristol
… you’re a closet fan of The Wurzels
… your second cousin is also your sister’s stepmother
… your neighbours’ average age is 76
… your best friend goes joyriding in tractors
… you can’t stand the grockles, despite living off their money
… you thought it was normal for more than 50% of your high street’s shops to be operated by charities
….Biggest story on the local TV news is a cat locked in a shed for 2 days in Yeovil
….Second biggest story, man fell off his bike in Glastonbury
To which I added:
…Your entire phone number used to have 3 digits…
…You suffer from advanced lead poisoning from eating blackberries from hedgerows throughout the 80s.
…You know mud is supposed to be reddish.
…You haven´t gone to the Glastonbury festival since they improved the security fences.
…And you still call it Pilton.
…You know that no matter what they change the name to, Bristol is in Avon. North Somerset, my arse.
…And you can´t tell the difference between your local rag and the Framley Examiner
Update! April 2012… Someone’s started one of they tumblr things about it.
youknowyourefromsomerset-when.tumblr.com
If you’ve got any other you know you’re from zummerzet links or ideas, leave a comment, there’s a love. Ta :)

Cola de Caballo waterfall just North of the city limits of Guadalajara on the road to Zacatecas.
A pile of calabazas on the way into Ixcatan, Jalisco.